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Yes, this was my fate since childhood. Everyone was read on my face signs of bad feelings that were not; But they were assumed - and they were born. I was modest - I was accused of a villain: I became secret. I deeply felt good and evil; No one caressed me, everyone was insulted: I became malpamyen; I was a sullen - other children of cheerful and boltles; I felt above them, - I was put below. I became envious. I was ready to love the whole world, - no one understood me: and I learned to hate. My colorless youth proceeded in the fight against himself and light; The best feelings, afraid of ridicule, I buried in the depths of my heart: they died there. I told the truth - I did not believe me: I began to deceive; Having learned the light and springs of society, I became skillful in the science of life and saw others without art happy, using the gift of those benefits that I so tirelessly achieved. And then in my chest, my despair was born - not the despair, which is treated with a pistol spirit, but cold, powerless despair, covered by courtesy and a good-natured smile. I became moral trough: one half of my soul did not exist, she dried, evaporated, died, I cut it off and threw, - while the other moved and lived to the services of everyone, and this no one noticed, because no one knew about the existence of the deceased her half; But now you woke up my memories about her, and I read it to her epitaph. Many things are generally epitaphs seem funny, but I do not, especially when I remember that it rests under them. However, I do not ask you to share my opinion: if my output seems to you funny - please, laugh: I warn you that it does not grieve Nimalo.